【Macau, Nok Indian Restaurant. Balcony on the second floor. 】

The nights are the quietest in the bitter cold, especially one week in December, when the white concrete fence blocks out the noise and light of the outside world, and also closes out the hustle and bustle inside.

In the Christmas Eve Extrafield Zone, the surrounding artificial lawn is sprinkled with 30 kilograms of medium-rare turkey and pancakes brioche bread, and the aroma of honey and grilled German sausages occasionally blends into everyone's nostrils in the warm air inside the site, even when the air conditioning is turned on.

HR stood on the second floor with a tray of steaming Langdonnori coffee and a bottle of Romani. Kande.

But he didn't touch any of them, and he slowly placed the tray on the wide oak railing and lit a clear shape.

"Cigarettes, spirits, and barbecue." He looked at the night sky, there was not a single star, "It would be interesting to hear someone tell me the story of my youth." ”

"Aren't you going to hang out with those guys?" The sound of vicissitudes.

"No," HR pointed to the cup on the left, "I'll give it to you." ”

"You know how much time is left, right?" The old man in his suit, still fitting, stood beside him, cup of coffee in his hand.

"Honestly, I don't know." HR said. "It was Xie Xianpeng's idea to come here, but I guess the people who haven't rebelled before the headquarters are probably crazy, it's interesting to think about."

"Of course, friend." The old man took a sip of the hot golden soup. "You're still in your original form, wearing an ARMANI stepping SF, wearing an OMEGA, smoking a Cohiba spear with a NININ, oh yes, by the way, your secretary reported that you recently went to the Arc'Teryx factory in Vancouver, British Columbia, to catch up with your old friends."

HR didn't argue, he hummed and poured Kanti into the decanter flask, shook it, lit a lighter and placed it next to it to make the precipitation flow more obvious.

"Also, what is the name of the writer you designated to write a fiction that suggests a genre of genres? Streamer Black Wing? It's really the name of the second second. ”

"Streamer's fins." HR spoke very slowly, not taking his eyes off the work in front of him.

"That small number of words serialized made my stomach feel indigestion, but after all, this was the last approval of the 8014 'Damnation' Action Team before it withdrew from the direct conflict in the field." The old man shook his head, "I'll still stamp you." ”

"You're early," HR said, "and before that the Leader has one last assignment for us." ”

"Right here?" The old man suddenly understood the purpose of the group member's invitation to make him chat.

HR's magnetic levitation sword suddenly popped out, and the light of the particle waterfall burst out more than two meters. "Yes, right here."